(feat. Busta Rhymes)[Intro: sample from Scarface]You got to be kiddin', five hundred?Who you think we are, baggage handlers?The goin' rate on a boat, is a thousand a night, manYou know that (first you got to work your way up to 500, cedigo)Ok, what I did for you guys in Freedomtown, what was that?[Raekwon]Return of the kitchen kid, with the axeAll I know is real detail, coke, lasagna and them E pillsMillion dollar merchandise, we on, get ya groove backA hundred yukons, we all moving crackAll my soldiers got big rank, pa, Sicily moneyY'all had a bitch that got pregnant in IraqWhat's the movement? Superman money in the Ooh buildingA few dudes who make a lotta rules sayin' 'you get it'Right, wavy hair, all my niggaz is polic'You stay off the roof, or jakes see the cribNo snitchin', this Amityville detentionMight fuck around, get caught, or shot down, play positionYeah, here they come, sizin' them up, you know my statusThis is raw way, lookin' in his eyes, and he buttYo, what's happenin'? I heard you got the streets back, captainYup, all niggaz is dead, unless they team clappin' somethingHe felt the generals plans, recognize, we going all outI might throw three in his manHad the slick look, looking all Cubaned upDon't get it twisted, nigga we'll swiss swish you up, what?[Chorus: Raekwon (Busta Rhymes)]From all day to morn', noon, nightRecognize we gotta re-up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)You all listen, pay attentionWord to the team, we gonna key up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)Get ya birds off, playgroundYo, stay out my business, you gon' see us (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)For all them real Cash Rule Everything Around MeNiggaz get y'all stee up (Yo, it's Cuban Link 2, motherfucker)[Raekwon]The kid that endorse Maxmaris, shorty show supportTake your sweatpants off, fix your mascaraFour hundred nineteen ounces, out in Long IslandTwelve strong bitches that's real, who not scared of housingYes, throw on them raccoon, chinchilla feathersLet it drag on my boots, the jean burned leatherJog through the back of the building, drop the LGot the scope on your nosey ass mother, fuckin' up salesForty karat locked in, bowtie, chillin' at the Democrat partyYo, Chef, your coat, got it poppin'Coming soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm backFour hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stanceSponsored by my cousin in Stan', maintainin'Got the call from Tony Young Montana, my son campaignin'Yup, I'm not no fuckin' bellboy, I war anything out thereThe ring is mine, you can tell RoyThat's when I was hit with the call, your whole motto is get tourDrug rap owner, you will rip allLive like the pope, and get a big hallFlipped them a claren, the front, like the Jag back like the store[Chorus][Outro: Raekwon (Scarface sample)]Yea, we back in the motherfuckin' staircase, niggaYou know that kid is coming, Cuban Linx, niggaLouis Rich, the signature, bitch(Every dog has his day, huh, Mel?You wanna job Ernie? Ok, then, you call me tomorrow)